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valentine-writes · 8 months

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boys don't cry

「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, masc coded reader (kinda. no pronouns used!! but trust y'all i'll b writing masc reader stuff soon cuz I Need It), inconsistent lengths for each character i am Filled W/ Favouritism, kisses can be platonic (spider-noir part i love this man), reader is used to bottling emotions up, the spot's part is Not That Serious, characters all love u and wanna help :> 」

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

↳ ft. gwen stacy, hobie brown/spider-punk, jessica drew, lyla, margo kess/spider-byte, miles morales (1610 and 42), miguel o'hara/spider-man 2099, (spider-man) noir, pavitr prabhakar, peter b parker, and the spot/johnathan ohnn

author's note: this song slaps╰(*°▽°*)╯ also see other songs below which influenced this <3 u can slowly see me losing the slash srsness as the character progress,,, apologies. many :(( anyways!! had this marinating in my drafts so im posting. hopefully will get time to clear my inbox and fulfill reqz! tysm for ur patience lovelies !!!!（。＾▽＾）<333

“i try to laugh about it / hiding the tears in my eyes” – the cure, boys don't cry

“i didn’t want you to hear / that shake in my voice / my pain is my own” – car seat headrest, 1937 state park

“i don’t know why i am / the way i am, not strong enough to be your man” – boygenius, not strong enough

▸ GWEN, who all too familiar with what it's like to keep up a tough act for the sake of not falling apart.

she's grown accustomed to letting emotions eat away at her until they're too big to deal with. which is why she's quick to feel empathy when she sees that you do the same thing.

she won't force you to talk about anything you don't want to– but if you need an outlet, she hands you her drum sticks.

"maybe it'll help you like it helps me." gwen explains, giving you that awkward little smile of hers that makes everything weighing on you feel a little less heavy.

always trying to help you find a way to channel your emotions. even if drumming doesn't work for you. maybe it's singing. maybe it's art. or maybe you just need to cry. no matter what it is, she doesn't mind. she just wants you to let it out in a healthy way.

▸ HOBIE is instantly aware of the fact you're the type to laugh and joke around to hold back tears.

you're trying your hardest to keep smiling, but he sees it falter as you try to speak, choking out the words while holding back a sob.

"'s okay to cry, y'know? no one 'round here but us anyways." he reassures.

you take a sharp inhale, knowing it was useless to pretend. he was always emotionally intelligent, able to read you like a book. sometimes you wondered if he could read your mind. or maybe he was just attentive with you.

he puts a hand on your back, gently rubbing as you feel the tears run down your cheeks. this turns into an arm around your shoulder as you cry, until you're fully sobbing– he decides to just pull your into his arms.

he's still holding you close, even as your cries subside into sniffles. always encourages you to be real with him. there's nothing he loves more than you being unfiltered– even if it means expressing negative emotions. to hobie, vulnerability is bravery.

▸ JESSICA DREW who's quick to notice you the minute you turn away to conceal your face.

she pulls you aside discreetly, knowing you probably didn't want attention of others. tries to meet you eye-level, asks you directly about what's wrong.

after a few seconds of silence, you finally break.

"i feel so weak." you sniffle, not meeting her eyes.

"for doing a little crying?" she sighs a little, shaking her head. "not at all. you're strong– you've been strong. but even strong people gotta cry."

she'll talk you through it or just sit beside you, offering you advice or even just a space to vent. she's very busy all the time– but she'll set aside time for you. tells you that hiding from emotions only works for so long and that tells you that you aren't any less tough in her eyes for feeling them.

you're only human after all. you deserve to live out the wholeness of the human experience.

▸ LYLA isn't really all too involved with your day-to-day life shenanigans (being the best ai assistant is hard), but she always makes a point to check up on you when she gets the chance.

besides, miguel sure isn't gonna gossip with her like you do.

"you doing good?" she'll ask, grinning.

you only respond with a weak "yeah" and the fakest chuckle she's ever heard, as you clearly attempt to blink back tears.

she doesn't know what to do. tries to wipe the tears that eventually fall with a virtual hand that phases right through your face. well. at least she had good intentions.

"hey, hey–" lyla gets you to take a deep breath. "look at me."

she says your name, regrounding you. you look up at her, and for a moment, she's certain that she's felt something akin to sympathy. she's felt something real.

lyla doesn't let that distract her from her objective– right now, she's gotta comfort you.

she repeats your name, "...it's okay. you cry if you feel like it."

▸ MARGO who sits you down, letting you be the one to speak first when your smile wavers.

"i hate fuckin' crying.." you laugh weakly, trying to make the situation better. it doesn't help control the tears. "i feel so lame for it."

"you know," she whispers, taking your hands in yours, "i still think you're pretty cool."

she gives you a grin that's so earnest– so sweet– that lets you know she's being honest.

"okay, so this might be stupid,, butttt–" encourages you two to listen to some moody music so you can get whatever you've bottled up out of you systems. it's cathartic, crying your eyes out with her as whatever the two of you have queued up blasts in the background.

doesn't judge you one bit for crying.

"only way out is through." she shrugs. "gotta feel it before you can actually let it go."

▸ MILES (1610) who had just asked an innocent question about how your doing, now watching as you struggle to respond.

after a strained moment of searching for words, you shrink away and hide your face in your hands. he scoots by your side, asking before gently taking your hands away from your face.

"what's wrong?" his voice is soft. gentle as he looks at you with the sweetest concerned expression.

"i shouldn't be crying.. it's stupid... i feel so, so stupid–"

he frowns at these words. "i don't think it's stupid."

societal expectations forcing people to put on a tough act just to conceal emotions deemed as "weakness?" not a new concept to him. he's just sad that it's impacted you so deeply.

after this, will actively check up on how you're doing emotionally. will pull you aside to have a heart-to-heart if he senses the slightest thing off. terrified of being shut out by you, will always offer for the two of you to deal with whatever you're struggling with together.

▸ MILES (42) who asks more bluntly than he had intended when he senses you're not doing okay.

you take a sharp inhale, giving him an unsteady smile which only makes him sigh. no matter how much you try to make the situation lighthearted, his expression never changes.

"nah. you're not fooling me." he walks over to you, his voice softening as he looks at you. "...what's got you upset?"

a really good listener. lets you rest your head on his shoulder as you vent and let it out.

he's not the most open himself, so of course he understands– but he doesn't want you to be like him.

you thank him for putting up with your breakdown, feeling a little awkward as you pull your cheek away from his shoulder and look at him.

you watch as he falters for a moment, gently grabbing your arm and pulling you in for a warm, slightly stiff, side-hug.

"don't thank me for that– it's just what you deserve." though his quick to dismissal of what you'd said seems to be the end of his sentence– you watch as he unclenches his jaw, hesitating before he says something else.

"anytime. i mean it."

▸ MIGUEL who is jus like u for reals doesn't quite know how to cope with emotions either. that doesn't give him an excuse to not try with you.

he can't find the right words, but you see the empathy in his eyes. he offers quiet comfort– places a hand on your back, rubbing it as you lean into his side

"don't hide your face from me." he mutters to you. "it's just me."

your hands fall from your face into your lap, shoulders slumping. he feels you tremble softly, as you to reply.

"this should be for me to deal with. i should be strong enough." your words echo in his mind.

maybe because he's told himself the same thing too many times before as well. it's painful, the way that this moment with you reflects a mirror image of himself.

will crumble his own walls if it means you'll do the same. tries to be open to encourage you. you'll learn together.

▸ NOIR who is a gentleman through and through. always. tells you that he'll give you anything you need.

"i don't know what nitwit told you it wasn't okay for you to cry," his choice of words makes you crack a slight genuine smile, "but you don't have to believe them one second."

as your facade slowly crumbles, his gloved hands cup your face as you cry. he dries your cheeks, patiently nodding as he listened to you ramble on about everything you've been holding back.

when you've calmed down, he presses a kiss to your forehead.

to ache like this and still be concerned over burdening others– he's now finds little ways to remind you how precious you are to him. that he'll always care.

▸ PAVITR, who approaches you as delicately as possible. he tries not to do anything that will make you feel backed into a corner.

he knows that feeling scared can lead to lashing out. tries to be casual about it to ensure you're as comfortable as possible.

you crack an obviously forced joke and he glances at you questioningly.

"you're not telling me something, aren't you?" he asks. pavitr's secretly hoping he was good at playing this careful– but you had picked up that he wanted to talk to you about it for a while now.

you're both obvious.

your grin fades as you chuckle dryly. "i don't... i don't want to– it's embarrassing."

"what's embarrassing is that i didn't notice earlier. don't be shy. we can figure it out together, okay?"

offers all the help he can. even (secretly) messages gayatri for "advice for a friend" you!!! you are friend!!!!! he doesn't name drop tho. privacy king.

▸ PETER B(E MY WIFE) PARKER. the one who drags you outside to chat about it and cracks a stupid joke himself. it alleviates no tension at all.

"..ahh,, no, nevermind that kid. you okay?"

a shake of your head and his smile fades a bit. he grips your shoulder, shaking you gently.

"been there plenty of times. trust me– better to get it out now."

and for a while, it's just a conversation. you're both sitting outside, the night air bringing a chill to your skin. he offers his jacket– and then proceeds to pull you into it while he still wears it, your back pressed to his chest.

it goes unspoken, but he knew you had been struggling for a while now. he's relieved to finally get a moment with you.

he'll always be looking out for you. even if you don't realize.

▸ THE SPOT/JOHNATHAN OHNN panics ever so slightly. this is the first time you've ever cried in front of him. so he does what he does best– and just asks questions.

"you've been bottling it up this whole time?"

"mhm..."

"for how long?..." your response causes him to pause, blinking several times before parting his lips to speak again. "...oh. oh wow– yikes–" he means well i swear.

will scour the multiverse in search of a quiet place for you to lay this all to rest.

you admit, you're certain you don't need all this– but he seems happy to put in the effort and lead you into a portal into a nice area to relax.

"are we breaking and entering into someone's house?!"

"uh– don't worry about it for now."

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floof-ghostie · 1 year

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casually leans on wall and hands you a microphone. how was the spiderverse experience i want all the deets (ive already watched it dw about spoilers👍🏾)

Ohhhh Strap in we're gonna be here for a while (Imma do this in point form for this, because so many thoughts, no energy for real paragraphs

Okay the animation. THE ANIMATION MEDIUMS. So many cool methods. I loved the colour changes in Gwen's universe. HOBIE'S ENTIRE THING, THE WAY HE'S ANIMATED OMG

Mumbattan is such a cool city, I love mashing irl cities to make one cool megacity so much it's such a lil fave worldbuilding thing of mine

Pavitr is so great, I love him, idek how to talk about him I just like him a lot. Him and his gf make such a cute pair too!

Also him saying "I don't use product, just coconut oil, prayer, and good genetics". I love him

The chai tea scene. God he's so great

THe character design is amazing and sososososo cool!! I love that we see the characters change (Gwen's hair growing longer and pinker, Miles' growth spurt, Peter B.'s bathrobe, MAYDAY's LIL SPIDER HAT THAT MJ PROLLY MADE FOR HER).

I love Pravitr's costume glowup. Thank you to whoever arranged for that.

Also, Hobie??? His lace coded boots?? His locs??? HIS FUCKING PIERCINGSSS??? HOW HE COMPARED A FUCKING VOID TO CAPITALISM??? Him taking a liking to Mayday, and straight up SHOWING MILES HOW TO GET OUT OF THE FORCE FIELD WITH A LIL SMIRK?!!! I need him. Need his gender. I love his anarchist ass.

His design really calls back to the punk scene in England, and I love the way he reminds me of old newspapers

Speaking of Hobie, holy shit that guy was flirting with Miles. I know what you are (pls Hobie do u like enbies?)

"I hate the AM, I hate the PM (prime minister probably, idk for sure) AND I HATE LABELS" I love you

Daniel Kaluuya, thank you for your service.

Also Hobie and Gwen make such a funny friendship. But I don't ship them.

The themes of growing up, and Miles' parents being worried about Miles and the people he's with...I nearly cried in the theatre, and I don't normally cry during stuff.

You can just tell that black people were making the big decisions for this movie. Aaron and Rio asking Miles why he took the braids out. Jeff and Rio being like "On time means 5 minutes early", I felt so at home watching this movie. I'm not even from Brooklyn but I just felt so at home at all the interactions Miles had with his neighbors. Even the random storeowner.

Like ppl were speaking aave, using patois, Hobie's accent. And none of that was played for laughs (except for Hobie's lingo but that's a little different bc he's British)

I love how Miles' Ganke is so different from Peter Parker's Ganke. It's such a fun detail how Miles' Ganke was like "I'm not gonna be your guy in the chair".

I love that despite the general "Canon" for Spider Man, there are some differences! I love those intricate details!

And the way the lady in the office was so hasty to force the narrative of them "struggling" when that really wasn't the case? Hit real close to home. I just love the Davis-Morales family

I love the way that the Spot isn't like a general "mildly bad" villain like I originally assumed. I really thought he'd be kind of a "setup" villain, or something that they'd have to clean up and THEN Miles would take care of Miguel and them.

I especially love the way that The Spot is someone from the first movie, who we don't even know until his backstory is brought up.

His voice is also perfect too. He sounds like a complete loser.

Miguel O'Hara. Meet me outside, I just wanna talk

No For real though, he talks a lot of shit about Miles being "The Original anomaly" when his ass needs to inject himself with some kinda spider-fluid to maintain his powers??? Mind you, he tried to force himself into a reality that wasn't his.

This guy is just an A-class hater. What do you have against Miles, honestly???

On the subject of the Spider Verse I think it's so cool how there were so many callbacks to the original canon of Spiderman! I loved seeing the og live action Spider Men in the film too!

And the easter eggs! I couldn't keep up with them all!

Also, wtf was Childish Gambino there. I mean I'm not mad, I actually found Miles' staring at him really funny

I love Issa Rae's voice! But Jessica, queen, please don't fight, you is PREGNANT

Also idk why but for some reason I thought Jessica and Miguel were married in the beginning. Not completely sure.

Gwen being like "Can you adopt me?" when first meeting Jessica...She's so real

Also Gwen is so sososososo so so trans. It's so great

THE ENDING FUCKING DESTROYED ME ARE YOU KIDDING???? 42-Miles being the Prowler?? I'M NOT OKAY BUT I'M SO EXCITED to see what happens!!

But in all seriousness, all the feelings in the movie talked about and the the things left unresolved for the next movie is just. You can tell this was such a labour of love and all the animators were so happy and excited to work on it. I cannot wait for Beyond the Spider Verse!! I'm still buzzing!!

#ask #atsv spoilers #across the spiderverse

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helaisthequeen · 1 year

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How Do You Even Seduce Someone While Dancing?

The link to this on AO3!

Pairing - Peter Parker/ Tony Stark

Rating mature

Hope you enjoy!

It was Peter’s 25th birthday and Pepper had orchestrated a party for him. You see it was a surprise, so she was running around the place yelling at everyone to fix this and that and always going up to Tony to stop drinking all the liquor. At this point he had gotten through half of the bottle, “How are you so fast! I know you like booze and all but you really have to be sober for when Peter shows up, I don’t want a drunk Tony all over him.”

He just rolled his eyes at her and downed the rest of his drink. The result of that was Pepper taking the bottle before he had time to pour the next one. “Hey. You know I have a great- no an amazing tolerance towards alcohol. Besides, the party is in three hours..” She just sighed and walked away with the bottle of whiskey.

Meanwhile Peter was getting ready for the surprise party which he knew about, of course. He chose tight black jeans that were a little flared at the calf’s with a white button up shirt and a black corset. The now 25 year old did a sharp winged eyeliner, fixed his brows and did some blush. “Should I put on some rings? Uhh of course, gotta look extra good for a certain someone.” He winked to himself as he was sitting in front of a mirror.

He heard his favourite ringtone ever which was the intro to Creepschool, so he figured it was one of the Avengers calling him to tell some lie to get him to come to the compound for his surprise birthday party.

“Hi. What’s up?” Clint asked, sounding weird. “We kinda need you at the compound like right now. So be ready for your driver in ten minutes.” Peter was just about to say something back but Clint had hung up before he could ask questions.

That was not how he thought it would go. Okay let’s be real that’s exactly how he imagined it would go. None of the Avengers were that smooth when it came to surprises, not if it was Tony obviously.

As the ten minutes had now passed he looked at himself in the mirror one last time before he left his apartment, he took the elevator from the third story and went out through the gate and got in the car, as the driver pulled into the traffic he started to get a little nervous wondering who would be there, if Tony would be there.

He got out of the car thanking the driver as he always does and walked the short distance to the door and entered the code for the door to get in. Peter took the elevator to the main area and as the doors opened he stepped out. Everyone then shouted “Happy birthday!!!”

“You little shithead!” Tony added, grinning. Pepper just pushed his shoulder, sighing.

Tony was the first one to hug him and wished him a happy birthday, “I didn’t think you would be here!” The young man said. “Why wouldn’t I? It’s your birthday, I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Literally.” He said as he kissed him on the cheek, making Peter blush.

“It’s great to see you Tony. But what are you drinking, is what I’m curious about?”

“It’s a single-malt scotch, now why you ask?” Tony asked as he drank from his drink. Peter touched the older man’s arm but released only a second later and walked his way towards the bar. He took a class and picked out the alcohol. But turned around and looked at Tony and gave him a smile, the look on Tony’s face said he succeeded in seducing.

“Can you help me pour one?” The young man said while batting his eyelashes. The older man sucked in his breath and gave Peter a look over, the view of his tight jeans, the way they hug his curves and that corset is the best sight he has ever witnessed.

“Well of course. It’s your birthday after all!” Tony took the bottle from Peter’s hands, the older man felt the lingering eye contact on him as he poured the right amount. “There you go Pete.”

Peter accepted the drink from Tony and took a sip, loving the taste on his tongue. He proceeded to go to the other guests and chatted a little with everyone.

“You little bastard,” MJ said with a glint in her eyes. “The clear outfit choice and the flirting with him, you’re on fire tonight Peter.” Peter just shrugged his shoulders and grinned at her, “I can’t help it, I gotta do what needs to be done.” The bite on his lips said it all.

Ned approached him from the elevator and hugged him. “Dude!! You’re 25 now! I can’t believe it, happy birthday bitch.” Ned was really happy to see Peter and MJ, they talked for a while, mostly about their jobs and how Peter is doing. Peter excused himself and went over to talk with Natasha.

“So you’re 25 now, congratulations. I see you are drinking a scotch, didn’t know you liked it. Or are you just drinking to get drunk?” Nat glared at him questioningly.

“No, I actually like it, the taste is amazing.” He stated. “How are you doing Nat? By the way, who even picked out the music?” He said while the Happy Birthday song was playing.

“I’m doing good, thanks for asking. And I think Clint chose the music.”

Natasha looked over at Clint and just stared at him, to whom he looked up at her and just put his hands up questioning what her deal was.

“Ah that explains it.. wait imma just go put mine on, brb.” Peter went up to the huge speakers and switched to his phone and put on his playlist.

The first song that was put on was “All My Heroes - Curbi Remix” by Naeleck. He put down his drink and started dancing, searched for Tony in the crowd and sought eye contact. He swayed and rolled his hips. He put his hands on his hips and lifted his arms over his head, kicking out his hip. When the beat dropped Peter put his hand over his forehead and just broke loose on the floor.

Across the floor Tony, who lost his breath while looking at Peter, he’s trying to talk to some of the Avengers but his focus is elsewhere. “I didn’t know Peter could dance.” Steve looked at him in wonder, also in trance by his moves.

“Tony. Tony!” “Hey Earth to Tony.” Pepper snapped her fingers to get his attention, he just snapped his head towards her. “Huh?” He shook his head trying to get the image of Peter dancing out of his head. “Sorry, lost my focus, what was it you were saying again?”

“I was talking about- you know what, forget it!” Tony just waved his hand and went over to the young man and brought his drink and handed it over to Peter.

“Thanks!” He took the drink and downed the rest of it. “Woah woah! Slow down, that stuff hits hard.” Tony warned him but Peter just shook his head. “I can’t really get drunk thanks to my fast metabolism, so I’m good. Or rather it’s quite annoying at times ‘cause that would be awesome but it’s meh..”

“Didn’t know that, but why take the risk?” Tony questioned.

“Yeah I’ve tried it multiple times so I know. But I do like the taste of whiskey, and this scotch was exquisite. Might as well pour me another one, you want one?” He took Tony’s empty glass and walked over to the bar.

“Do you need help with that?” Tony asked, wanting to help.

“No thanks, I know how to pour.” He gave the older man a wink.

The young man picked up the same single-malt scotch and poured his and Tony’s drink. Tony had the realisation that Peter knows what he’s doing and in fact didn’t need any help earlier today and was just playing dumb.

“Here you go, handsome.” Peter handed Tony his drink and walked away swaying his hips a little. Tony stood there with his mouth open and another realisation hit that Peter was in fact flirting with him. Now he felt really dumb for not figuring it out sooner, even though he is the king of flirting.

He put his drink down on the bar and went to the bathroom. He entered one of the many stalls and thought to himself, ‘Come on, get your game on.’ As he exited the stall and washed his hands Peter entered through the door.

“Hi.” The young man said in a sweet voice.

The older man walked towards Peter and cornered him against the wall and just looked at him. He saw the creeping blush on the young man’s cheeks. He put his hand on Peter’s cheek and searched his eyes to see if this is what he wanted and saw the confirmation.

He leaned in and placed a kiss on his lips. Peter placed his hands on Tony’s waist to draw him in. Both of them went to lock the door but just laughed at it and locked it together. The young man welcomed the kiss by opening his mouth and Tony went in with his tongue and they were both deep in the kiss.

They both pulled apart many seconds later from banging on the door, they just shouted “Not now!” And laughed it off, “Wow, that was amazing.” Peter said while trying to catch his breath.

“That was well overdue, that dancing you did earlier was making me so hot, you can gladly do it again.” He winked.

“I’ll gladly do it anytime.” He then kissed the older man again. “But now I need to go to the bathroom.” Peter went over to one of the stalls and said to Tony, “I’ll see you out there.” And went into the stall and locked it.

“Can’t wait.” Tony said.

The young man waited until he heard Tony exit the bathroom and put his hand over his mouth and just did his happy dance.

The End!

#starker #tony stark x peter parker #Toni Writes #Mature

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go-go-powerrangers · 4 months

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So my entire life for the next week and a half will be Percy Jackson and marvel so as a sort of push off my head cannons for the avengers and their godly parents and why

Tony stark- Hephaestus (self explanatory)

Steve rogers- either Athena (because goddess of wisdom and battle strategy obvi low hanging fruit) or hades (because the man like to keep his kids from not dying in the weirdest ways possible)

Natasha Romanov- Athena but joins the hunters of Artemis (because obvi and also it just feels right)

Clint Barton- Hermes or Apollo (Again it’s obvious)

Peter Parker- Hermes (he’s very sarcasm and hermes was an inventor and it fits also hermes god of travelers kinda hits too bc homecoming, far from home, no way home)

Thor- Zeus (you cannot and will not lie to me idc if he’s Norse the Roman’s and the Greeks share gods and I’ve never read magnus chase so it’s staying)

Bruce Banner- Hephaestus (is this even a question)

James “Rhodey” Rhodes- Athena (you cannot tell me this man isn’t Athena he’s literally a captain of the military)

Sam Wilson- Apollo or Athena (Athena because fly and Apollo because fly)

James Buchanan Barns- Hades (he’s literally the perfect match and him and Steve being actual brothers is fueling me and also Sam and Bucky having night and day relationship dynamic but that being opposites is just ugh)

Loki- Hermes (god of thieves)

Wanda Maximoff- Ares (I would say Athena but she’s too angry)

Vision- Athena (origins)

T’Challa Udaku- Athena or Hecate (Athena bc obviously or Hecate because magic)

Carol Danvers- Zeus (she’s literally a fighter pilot she disappeared for 6 years)

Nick Fury- Hermes (up for debate but I think it works)

Scott Lang- Hermes ( the man for his suit because he was gonna steal it the man is literally Hermes coded)

Gimme more I need more

#percy jackon and the olympians #greek mythology #greek gods #the avengers #marvel #crossover #need more

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foreverrogers · 2 years

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bittersweet

Pairing: tasm!peter parker x f!reader

Summary: peter and his coworker break a couple health codes in the walk-in

Warnings: peter parker is an idiot who does not know how to make coffee or manage his emotions, unprotected sex, the defilement of a walk-in fridge

Words: 3.2k

A/N: for @spidervee 's April for AU's writing party!! cannot lie this one... had made me very hot and bothered and i'm kinda obessessed with it. p.s. if i have wildly underestimated the deadliness of a walk-in fridge please do not tell me

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The first time Peter meets you, you're 15 minutes late for your interview. For his interview, that is, the one you're supposed to be holding in order to figure out whether or not he was qualified to make coffee at your little corner cafe. (Spoiler alert, he was not.)

Peter's been sitting here for 15 minutes, watching the barista at the counter handle the steady flow of patrons solo, trying his best not to bounce his leg under the table so violently it pulls the bolts out of the concrete.

The ring of the entrance bell draws his attention to you, sunglasses slipping down your nose, clad in a black trench coat and thick knit scarf protecting you from the impending New York Winter outside. He can guess it's you by the trenta Starbucks up your holding precariously by the lid, messy scrawl of your name recognisable as who he knew to be the manager of the store.

"You have a visitor," The other barista, known only by her name tag as Gwen, states, doesn't look up from her position behind the coffee machine.

Peter watches you squint before pushing your sunglasses up with two fingers. You make eye contact through the opaque plastic. "Oh, shit." You pull off your glasses as you start towards him, toss them haphazardly into your tote as you hook one boot behind the leg of your chair to pull it back. He moves to stand up, remembers the manners May had taught him, is stopped halfway when you hold up your hand. "Oh, please, you don't need to. I'm so sorry, by the way, I thought this was happening on Monday."

"It, um..." Peter trails off a little, doesn't quite know how to match the energy in front of him, watches you take a long swig from your cup. "It is Monday."

"That, uh, yeah." You sigh heavily, set down your cup and move to shuffle out of your coat. "I'm sorry, it was a rough weekend. Why don't we just take that one again? My name is Y/n, it's great to meet you."

Peter thinks you might only hire him because you feel bad about his interview.

It's either that or literally nobody else applied for the job, because if his resume didn't make it glaringly obvious, Peter Parker had never made a good cup of coffee in his life.

"What'd'ya got?"

You're standing next to him, one leg crossed over the other as you lean against the counter with your hands on your hips and you're grinning— grinning like this is not so secretly your favourite part of the job, seeing the hopeless look on the faces of college students when confronted with an industrial coffee machine.

It doesn't help that the heat hasn't fully kicked in and it's freezing in the store, and the radiating yellow light is a piercing contrast to the early morning darkness he had walked through to get here. That, and Peter had been out patrolling until 2am.

"Literally nothing."

You try and fail to conceal your laugh, push yourself away from the counter to walk towards him. "Ok, you watch first and then try."

Peter definitely watches. He's a little memorized if he's being honest, the sure deftness of your movements, the inexplicable grace of it, has to snap himself out of his trance every time you turn to make sure he's paying attention.

In a matter of minutes, there's a cup of coffee in your hands, perfect foam heart and all. "Got it?"

"Probably not."

You're still smiling, move to pick up the portafilter on the counter. "Give it your best and I'll only judge you a little, promise."

The furthest Peter gets is successfully not dropping the instrument when you pass it to him, turns towards the machine and immediately freezes, eyebrows set in a perpetual confused pinch.

"Okay, sure, hey. It took me like a month to get the hang of this thing, don't stress."

He feels it before he really registers it, the warmth of your hand slipping over his as you guide him towards the counter. You lean over him to reach for a scoop of grounds, arm brushing over his chest and you're so close he can smell you. Not in a creepy way, just in a proximity kind of way, in the way you smell like coffee, but only the sweetness and none of the bitterness, earthy and deep and caramel.

He thinks that this is bad, what's he's signed up for here, with you, with your hands around his and his brain short circuiting at the contact, immediately forgets almost everything you show him because he's too busy trying not to tremble.

It's a situation that teaches him three very important lessons.

Lesson number one: the universe is conspiring against him.

That's the only logical reason that after a week of skirting around you he finds out you're only a year above him at Empire State, and every subsequent Tuesday and Friday commute from work to school is done together.

As in, a 20 minute walk and a subway trip alone, side by side, just the two of you, and there's only so much you can talk about the shittiest customers 6am had to offer before you inevitably have to talk about yourselves. Peter has to know you and work with you, a set of circumstances which only exacerbates the little tug in his chest he feels every time he sees you.

Lesson number two: the universe is downright fucking with him.

It's a slow afternoon, a store front filled to the brim with empty chairs as Gwen tries to walk him through the till for the dozenth time.

"Oh, hey, turn it up!" You're behind them, suddenly, flick your dishcloth at Gwen until she reaches under the counter to grab the TV remote with a groan.

You slot between them, forearms propped against the counter as you look eagerly up into the television where the newest of Spider-Man's late-night antics were being dramatically displayed.

He's never seen you like this, your regular witty, almost aloof exterior waived for the enamoured expression you adopt, eyes wide and mouth hanging in a slight gape, all because of him. It doesn't matter that you don't know it's him— he still counts it, or at least his ego definitely does.

"Y/n has a crush on Spider-Man," Gwen tells him, looks over with a roll of her eyes.

"Shut up, I do not have a crush on Spider-Man." You flick her with the cloth again, don't get in much damage since your eyes are still glued to the screen. "I just don't think he gets enough credit for all the good that he does around here."

Gwen snorts, crosses her arms. "Like you wouldn't try to jump his bones if you ever met him in real life."

It was cruel, the way you glance at him when you turned around like you knew. Like you knew it was him, knew what it would do to him. You look back at Gwen, meet her with a sly smile. "What? Maybe a little seduction is just repayment for always saving the city."

Therein lies lesson number three: the universe is fucking sadistic.

It's only 8pm, but this deep into Winter there's nothing but pitch black beyond the windows of the back room.

You've somehow convinced Peter to help you do stock take— or, rather, you had asked, and it was impossible for him to say no to you. Either way, it's 8pm and it's dark and it's cold, and you're both clad in heavy coats as you stare at the contents of the walk-in fridge, clipboards in hand.

There's a faint thrum of the music you've put on in the background, but otherwise everything is smothered by the blearing of the fans above you, drowns out so much that neither of your hear the scrape of the chair holding open the door until it's too late.

The sudden thud behind you makes you jump.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me."

Peter turns then, follows the line of your slack expression to the see the sealed door of the walk-in. "That's... not good."

You discard your clip board onto one of the shelves, start a frantic pat down of your body until he hears you start to swear under your breath. "Fuck, I left my phone outside. Do you have yours?"

He mimics your movements, runs his hands over his sides and searches every pocket twice before resurfacing, bares his empty hands.

"Fuck." You look between him and the door a couple times, breath clearly picking up with the quickened rise and fall of your chest.

"Gwen'll be in for prep at 4, right?"

You ignore him, start toward the door, try to no avail to slip your fingers between the sturdy rubber seal. "Fuck!"

Peter watches you pace the length of the fridge, hands on your hips, and consciously considers his two options.

He could pry the door open, subsequently`ending up revealing something he's not exactly willing to tell you just yet, or he could stay here, with you, ostensibly trapped in a walk-in together for the next eight hours.

"I guess we're locked in until then."

You turn to him, frown set as you sigh. "Well, at least we're not gonna starve to death." You collapse against the floor, sit with your back firmly against the shelves as you reach for a bag of shredded cheese.

*****

"I spy with my little eye something beginning with... uh... M."

You turn towards him, find your faces only inches apart in this position you've migrated to, legs tucked to your chests as you sit with your arms pressed together. "If it's milk I already did milk like twenty minutes ago."

"It's not milk."

"Is it a type of milk?"

"That's not how I Spy works."

You sigh, puff your cheeks out with it as you scan the contents of the fridge. "Muffins," You say after a moment, point to the low basket of stale baked goods above you.

"You're way too good at this game."

You hum a laugh, smile as you tilt your head in search of your next object. The tilt leans itself a little too easily to resting your head on his shoulder, and you're too cold and too tired to resist the thought.

Peter looks at you, holds his breath as he takes in the slow rythym of your breath and the warm pressure on his shoulder, the light shudder of your jaw against him. You still smell like coffee, the sweet bite of it cutting through the sterile musk of the fridge. "You're cold."

You laugh again, still don't move to pull away. "No shit, it's like 35 degrees in here."

He does it wordlessly, starts to shift underneath you, forces you upright as he shrugs of his coat.

"Don't be ridiculous, Parker."

"Don't worry," He smiles, that wide, bright, genuine smile that you've been reluctant to admit heats up your insides a little. His coat is in his hands, and he slowly drapes it around your shoulders, swallows you up in the heavy material you hug close. It smells like him, like burnt coffee. "I, uh, run hot."

There's that little tug again, deep in his chest as you watch each other, but this time it's not so little, makes him want to lurch forward with a magnetic force so powerful it almost hurts. You gulp, your voice breathy and whisper quiet when you speak next. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?"

"Oh, uh- How do I-"

"And you always do that, too," You start, ignore his stumbling and poke him lightly in the cheek where he's since used up vital body heat to flush. "Blush whenever I notice you staring."

"Sorry," He mumbles, dips his head to hide the impossibly deepening hue of his cheeks.

"It's okay," You laugh, and then there's one finger under his chin, the coolness of your skin meeting inexplicable heat of his. You tilt his face back up towards yours. "It's only creepy some of the time."

You don't pull away, even as he's looking you in the eye and smiling lightly and you try to comprehend how one person can look so adorable when they blush. You tell yourself it's the heat.

And there's definitely heat involved, a collision of it when you both lean in at the same time and his mouth is on yours, hot and open and sweet.

Cold hands come up to frame your face and then you're in his lap in a heatbeat, the coat around your shoulders pooling over his shins, arms around his neck and fingers tangling into his hair.

"You're warm," You mumble, slip the words quietly between kisses, makes him smile against you before he's pulling away to look up at you.

"Told you I run hot," He smiles, feels you hum when he leans up to kiss along the line of your jaw.

"I can think of a way we can get a little warmer."

Peter pulls away to look at you, keeps you in place with one hand on your cheek as the other arms wraps firmly around your waist. "You sure?"

"Yes, please," You mutter, breathless, kiss him as your hands move down to work open the button of your jeans.

It seems counterintuitive, to start undressing when you're trapped in the cold. But then again, sharing body heat was good for that sort of thing.

Bare skin meets the harsh cool air, but Peter's never felt anything as hot as your palm pressing against him through his boxers.

You hum again, seemingly satified, press curved lips to his. "It's always the shy ones."

He opens his mouth to ask, is immediately cut off by your hands slipping under the band of his boxers and then you're touching him, makes him gasp into you mouth as you slowly stroke him.

The whining moan he lets out is enough to make you clench around nothing, warmth rushing to your lower half as he bucks into your touch. "God, you're pretty."

"Pretty sure that's-" You're still stroking the length of him, jolts of pleasure running up his spine that make him curl his toes in his shoes and momentarily forget how to speak. "Pretty sure that's my line."

"Both can be true," You smile, and then your hand is gone, leaves him cold and aching as you move to pull aside your panties.

You kneel up, use your free hand to tilt his face up to kiss him and he takes the hint, takes himself in his hand to line up with your entrance as you settle back down.

There's a flood of warmth as you start to sink onto him, the sharing of hot breath as mouths open over the other.

It somehow feels too hot, like he needs to start ripping off the layers still covering his upper half and feel the bare skin of your chest against his.

"How does that feel?" You're looking at him, breathing heavy, eyebrows pinched lightly together, ask for permission before moving.

"Pefect," He breathes, and then he's leaning up, kisses you swollen. "Fuck, you feel perfect."

There's already sweat sticking the material of your sweater to your back as soon as you start moving, slow at first, ease the pace until his hand is slipping from your waist to your hip and encouraging the rock of your body.

It makes your knees ache, cold against the harsh plastic floor, but you can't really think about that when everything else drowns it out, the stretch of him filling you up and the nudge of his cock against your g-spot with every descent and the friction of your bodies.

"God, Pete. Fuck."

His grip on you is tighter now, fingers digging into the flesh of his hips as he starts to meet your movements with his own thrusts.

Your own grip shifts upwards, slips around his throat so you can tilt his head to the side and kiss up his neck and along his jaw, savour the sharper jerks of his hips every time you sink your teeth in to nip at the soft skin.

He feels the rush of warm air against the shell of his ear when he slips his hand between you, presses his thumb to your clit to start rubbing tight circles.

And it could be the cirumstances, the spontaneous flurry of action that's brought you here, or the fact that he's been fantasizing about this moment for months of lonesome late nights, or a steady culmination of everything leading up to this, but Peter can't deny the sudden tightening low in his stomach.

"Gonna cum," He mutters, nudges his nose against your chin as he looks up at you, mouth open and eyebrows knit taut. "Need to cum so bad, y/n, fuck. Feels so fucking good."

The words alone are enough to make you flutter around him, pick up the rocking of your hips as you kiss him hard, lean in to speak with your lips brushing over his. "Want me to tell you to cum inside of me? That what you want, sweetheart? Wanna fill me up?"

"Yes," He whispers, breathless, looks you right in the eye as he asks. "Please- fuck, please let me cum inside you."

The movement of his thumb over your clit is faster now, pushes you closer and closer to the edge until you're so busy breathing in quick, stuttered gasps that finding the words to answer him becomes almost impossible.

"'M right with you, baby. Want you to cum for me."

Everything is sticky and laboured and hot, a pocket of overwhelming heat in the middle of this fridge as Peter stills inside you, warms you from the inside out as you come apart around him, fingers tight in his hair and digging into his shoulder.

You're chests are still heaving, arms tightening around your waist, breathing laughs into sloppy kisses as you lean your forehead against his.

You hardly have time to cool down before there's a sound from somewhere outside, a heavy metallic thud that makes you both widen your eyes and jolt away from each other in a rush to redress.

"You know this is the third-" Gwen stops dead in her tracks, gapes a little at the sight of you and Peter on the floor, frantically buttoning your jeans. "You're both fucking disgusting."

"What are you-" You have to cough a little to clear your throat, shake you head and your shoulders loose to try and regain your composure. "What time is it?"

"It's midnight, I got an alert saying the alarm hadn't been set... I can't believe you two got locked in a fridge and your first instinct was to fuck."

"We, uh-" Peter's the one clearing his throat now, flushes bright red as he looks from you to Gwen. "We played I spy for like... two hours."

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A New Spiderman (Peter B Parker X Fem!Teen!Reader) *PLATONIC

Characters: Peter B Parker X Teen!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Into The Spiderverse

Warnings: None

Request: Do you take request from into the spider verse? If so could u do Peter B Parker x reader where the reader got bit by a spider (obviously lol) and he kinda takes her in and helps her

Peter finally had a quiet day. A day where crime was at a level that the cops could deal with it alone, Mary Jane had her own things planned today, and all those kids from the multiverse were doing fine as well- meaning that he finally had a day to himself. His first thought was to have a lay in, stay in bed for at least another hour, then who knows? He knew he had to enjoy these days, because he knew that at any point, this could change and that rest day can turn into just a few rest hours before chaos came and he had to get back to work, and call it either him jinxing it, or his spider sense, but today was one of those days.

After his hour in bed, he got up to make coffee, and while waiting for his toast to be ready as well, he checked his phone, before checking his newer piece of technology- the universe jumper. All the other spider’s had one as well, it allowed them all to stay connected, and also allowed them to see if any other universes opened up. A few had, each having their own Spiderman. They were all doing fine, none of them needing any assistance, and while some of them had agreed to stay in contact with the main group just in case, some just wanted to be left alone, which was respected. Each universe had their own name, a mix of numbers of letters, a bit confusing to look at, but the last word attached always gave an idea about that world- like Noir, Oink, and Peter’s simply being B. They were sort of like nicknames, chosen by the spiderman in that universe. As he checked it over, his eyes landed on a universe, who’s name he didn’t recognise. It didn’t have a nickname, and despite his inability to remember some of the other universes, he knew he hadn’t seen this one before. Or maybe he had? Still he would rather be safe than sorry. He quickly copied the code, sending a message to Gwen and Miles first, asking if they remembered this universe since their memory of the names was better. He waited, before jumping when the toast popped up, and was promptly focussed on his breakfast. However, this was only temporary, as not long after sitting down to eat, he got a response. Neither recognised it. He sighed, but responded to the pair telling them he’d check it out first and let them know if he needed any backup. He got into his suit, taking a final sip of coffee and a bit of toast, and opened up a portal to the other world, and stepped through.

Immediately he saw that this world was fairly normal, or at least extremely similar to his and Miles’ universes. He found himself in a near copy to New York City, and after finding higher ground, he confirmed it was where he was, and was able to pick up some differences- different brands he’d never heard of, different buildings, or similar buildings with new additions. In his mind it made him think that this world possibly had some big capital giants, which made him cautious, and wonder what this world’s spiderman was up against. On that note, he remembered why he was here. Luckily it should be somewhat easy- the universe jumper was programmed to always drop them off nearby to the Spiderman of that universe. He just had to look around a bit. It was about midday, which would make his chances better compared to if it was darkout, and so, he decided to search the general area from the top and work down, and then expand and hope you didn’t take off in that time.

He wasn’t sure what he was looking for, and he knew he had to keep an open mind. He had no idea what you looked like, he had no idea how you worked, or even if you were at this point yet. He kept in mind that since the universe had just appeared, it would make sense that you’ve just been bitten, and was probably still learning about this massive change in your life. All these guessed, would turn out to be right.

He dropped into an alley, finally reaching the bottom levels of searching before he expanded. He did a little stretch after standing back up from the landing, and starting to look around. He tried to focus of anything, any sign of anything at all… when he felt it. The buzzing in his ears, the little vibrating behind his eyes, his senses going haywire- the spider sense, specifically of another spider being nearby. You were nearby. He looked around again, focussing on where it felt stronger, before approaching, and after looking around some more, and after seeing nothing in front of him, he looked down further, and that’s where he found you, tucked behind some palettes and boxes of a nearby business, hiding away, and you were looking right back at him, looking nothing less than terrified.

You were a kid, like Miles and Gwen and Peni, and he knew immediately that he had caught you in the hours after the bite, when all your powers were kicking in and you had no control, and you were at your most vulnerable. He remembered how he was when it happened to him, he was scared out of his mind until he gathered enough sense to stop and try and figure out what was happening. And now he was thinking about what you were experiencing- all that, in this huge city, alone, and now you had this strange man in this weird red and blue suit. You must be having the worst day.

His first action was to get low to be at your level. “Hey.” He greeted simply, reaching out to you, but you flinched back, and he retracted his arm. “It’s okay! I’m not gonna hurt you. What’s your name?” He asked.

“...Y/N…” You answered quietly and cautiously.

“Nice to meet you Y/N. I bet you’re super confused right now… Can I ask you a really specific question? Have you recently been bitten by a spider?” He asked. He immediately saw the recognition in your eyes, confirming you were who he was looking for, and with that, he checked the exits of the alley, before taking off his mask, showing you his face. “I’m Peter, Peter Parker, and I’m just like you. I was bitten by a spider years ago, and I got these powers. Yours might be slightly different from mine- but I’m here to help you figure it out, okay? I have some other friends who are about your age and are also like us.” He explained, inching closer as he spoke, until he was right in front of you, and being that close, he could see the first difference. Despite you hugging your hands into your chest, he could see your fingertips seemed to glow. He opened his palm to you, and after a moment of hesitation, you put one of your hands in his, and he examined your hand. The first thing he did was poke one of your fingers, finding your finger automatically stuck to his, proven as he lifted his arm up, taking yours with it. “Well the sticky fingers is still there.” He commented, before lowering his arm, grabbing your wrist gently and poking a certain part of it, and your finger unstuck itself. “I’ll teach you that trick later.” He told you as he continued his examination. “Do you have the web stuff?”

“Web…stuff?” You repeated. Peter quickly showed what he meant by looking around, seeing a box further down the alley, shooting at it, and pulling it to him, catching it and putting it down beside him, as an example. “I… I can’t do that… but…” You told him, before putting your fingers against each other, before separating, and something that looked similar to his webbing appeared between them, but they glowed like your fingertips. That’s new, meaning he didn’t know exactly how to handle it, but instead of acting surprised and out of depth, it hid it and remained calm.

“Okay, so instead of just making string, you can make the full web. Show off.” He joked, his intentions seemed to happen as you cracked a smile, and physically relaxed, and the glow, as well as the webbing disappearing. You noticed as well, looking at your hands. “Being calm and relaxed is how you handle it at this stage.” He told you. “You’ll get the hang of it.” He promised, before standing up, reaching out to you, and you took his hand, and he pulled you up.

“So… is there some sort of secret group of people like me? What’s with these spiders?” You asked him.

“Well, don’t freak out, but the spiders are radioactive- but don’t worry, other than us now having super powers, we’re fine. And yeah we’re sort of a group- but we’re not all from the same universe, but a group of us keep track on other universes to look out for newbies like you.” He told you, starting to walk with you down the alley, and you followed, keeping close to his side.

“So… it’s like a universal link thing? Each universe has a world where someone gets bit by a spider and gets powers?” You inquired. Peter stopped, turning to you, and petting your head.

“Look at you, smarty pants, nailing it first try! That’s exactly it. The universes are all different, even if just vaguely, but the one constant is us, the friendly neighbour spidermen.”

“So you’re superheroes? Does that mean I can be one?”

“Sure does! And I’m gonna take you to meet my friends, we’re gonna train you up, teach you the basics, then you’re gonna find your own style and come back and fight crime! Sound good?” Peter asked, opening the portal. You nodded excitedly, and followed the man into the portal.

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imaginedreamwrite · 2 years

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Taken: Part 3

Your brother had officially been invoked and welcomed into the ranks of the Barnes and Rogers ‘foot-soldier army,’ which subjected you to the comments of your aunt about finding your brother trapped in a cycle of violence that was too intense for a boy like him.

You hadn’t seen or heard from the two men who sent that goon after you to bring you to them to talk, and for that, you were grateful. Or at least, you were momentarily thankful because when you had arrived at work a few days after you had kicked him in the nuts, the bar was suspiciously empty.

You were only told as much as the other two bartenders who were going to be working alongside you, and from what you had heard, the whole place was being rented for an ‘event.’

“An event? What kind of event? There’s nothing here but a bar, a pitiful dance floor and a few TVs for whatever game is playing.” You asked one of the other bartenders, only getting a shrug in return.

However, it wasn’t even a half-hour later until you had gotten your answer when your brother walked through the door with a large group of people you were sure had worked for Barnes and Rogers.

The ‘seriously’ you aimed at Peter had earned you a response of ‘it wasn’t my idea’ before he was led to a table near the back, and you were left with a sour expression on your face.

“That’s your brother, Parker?” one of the other bartenders raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“Kinda small to be running with the Barnes and Rogers, isn’t he?” He wasn’t condescending but instead raising an observation about your brother’s somewhat lanky build and shorter stature.

“He may look small, but Peter is quick. And he’s brilliant. He’s too smart to be doing this kind of shit, but he is-“ your attention was briefly stolen when the door creaked open, and the two ‘Kings of New York’ walked through the door. They had traded in their suits for jeans and some plain blasé shirts that did nothing to hide the strength they carried. It was only when they were wearing jeans that you were made aware of how long their legs were or the broad power that made them look imposing. You supposed that it was a testament to why they were hardly ever single; the two men were beautiful in their rights, but damn, did you find them irritating.

“Dumb and dumber,” you mumbled, leaning against the back of the bar counter when they approached, “there are more than 25,000 bars in New York City, and you just happened to choose this one?”

“Nice to see you again, doll.”

“Bite me, jackass.” You sneered.

“Is that an offer?” The brunette smirked and looked you up and down with a burning gaze.

“I’m sorry, but the fire code only allows for one entitled asshole in one building, and Peter is already filling that role. You’re going to have to leave.”

“Are you going to kick us out, sweetheart?” the blonde came to sit on one of the stools in front of the bar, his hands folded on the top.

“How’s that idiot you sent after me? His nuts recovered?” Your eyes narrowed, and you briefly looked past the two men in front of you to look at Peter, who was watching you with wide eyes. “Why are you here? I thought it was past your bedtime.”

“Y/N!” Peter hissed at you, his arms folded over his chest.

“Peter’s part of our-“

“Oh good,” you scoffed, “another young kid with an authority complex running around thinking he is bigger and better than everyone else. Not like there aren’t enough of those,” you fired that comment at Steve and Bucky, “running around.”

“You’ve got quite the tongue on you, honey.”

“Try and touch me. I have a reputation for kicking men in the balls-“

“You broke his testicle,” Steve answered you finally, drumming his fingers on the bar top.

“You broke a dude’s testicles? Shit!” the bartender to your left winced and subconsciously covered his crotch with one hand.

“testicle. One. Use your listening ears.” You turned your attention back to the two men. “He shouldn’t have touched me.”

“He shouldn’t have. And he faced the consequences.” You knew from Steve’s voice that he had done something unpleasant, and you didn’t even try to ask.

“You’re like a shitty knight in shining armour no one asked for.” You huffed, ignoring the way the other bartenders were looking at you like you had two heads or, at the very least, had lost your mind.

“You gonna get us drinks?”

“You have manners, dick?” You snapped, your eyes flashing.

“God, you’re mouthy.”Bucky grinned, clearly amused and not at all disturbed by your attitude.

“And you’re rude.” You tilt your head, eyeing them both with contemption.

“We’re just going to…get started over there. You got these two…handled.” The two men working with you had laughed to themselves, one of them shooting you a look as he passed.

“Thanks, ass.” You rolled your eyes and pushed yourself off the back counter you were leaning on, and approached the front counter.

“Will you please,” Steve enunciated the word ‘please’ almost to the point of sarcasm, “get us some drinks, baby?”

“I am not your baby,” regardless of your irritation, you had a job to do, “what do you want?”

“Sorry, kitten,” Bucky apologized, “what do you have for whiskey and gin?”

“How much do you want to spend, and how quickly do you want to get drunk?” you asked, turning your back to the two of them to grab the two open bottles you had behind the bar. “These are cheap, but they’re good for the cost.”

“You gonna share a drink with us?” Steve asked, already reaching into his jean pocket for his wallet.

“A) I can’t drink on the job. B) I would rather jump off the Brooklyn bridge naked in the dead of winter than share a drink with you. But I’m sure if you leave and walk, I don’t know, maybe two blocks, you could find a strip club with women who would love to get their lips wet.”

“We own that, please-“

“Of course you do. Deplorable men with deplorable habits.” You set the bottles down before you had reached under the counter for two shot glasses.

“Are you suggesting strippers are deplorable?” Bucky asked, reaching for his shot glass, giving you a glimpse at the tattoos on his hands.

“No, just you.” You countered and stepped out of the way to let the other two bartenders come back with the rest of the drink orders.

“What do you have?” You leaned over and looked at the list before briefly glancing at the two men with burning blue eyes.

“You know he’s underage. You’re going to provide a 20-year-old with booze?” You nod your head in the direction of Peter, and the eyed the way he was sinking in his chair like he wanted to disappear.

“He’ll be fine.”

“The owner could lose their liquor licenses.” Your eyes had begun to narrow, as if you already knew what they were going to say.

“They’ll be fine,” Steve smirked into his glass.

“You’ve got to be shitting me.” You seethed, finishing one drink and sending it down. “You two are the owners?”

“As of last month.”

“I’m quitting then.”You groaned and crossed your arms over your chest. “I am not subjecting myself to work for you two.”

“Words hurt, baby.”

“I am not your baby, and you call me that one more time and I will stab you. I have access to sharp knives.” You scowled, working without even thinking, making the drinks that were drilled into your head.

“Put the claws away, kitten. We’re teasing.” Bucky had reached out and grabbed the bottle from the counter and poured his drink while you were busy, adding more than should have been used.

“I suppose because you’re the boss you think you don’t have to pay for that.” You took a moment to rest after the drinks were handed out, and new shot glasses filled appropriately were sitting in front of them.

“Perks of owning a bar.”

“That’s right. You also own one-two block away. Go bother them.” You set your white cloth down on the counter and swiped your phone from under the counter, slipping it into your pocket.

“I’m going outside.” You muttered and moved away from the counter, stepping through the back to head to the back door.

You had just sat down on the bucket you used for a seat when your phone started vibrating in your pocket. You rolled your eyes when you saw who it was and had been tempted to ignore it, but the more time you spent on a phone call, the less time you had to be in their presence.

“What do you want?” You weren’t just annoyed because of the two men who seemed destined to push you past your limit, but rather because your latest ex had been calling you incessantly in the last few days.

“I want to talk.” His deep voice filtered through the phone, and you could hear the sound of processed gunfire blasting from the TV.

“Are you playing that stupid game again, Zack?” You groaned and rested your head against the brick wall.

“NO,” he answered forcefully, “Steph is.”

“Oh good, Steph is there.” You scoffed.

“I want to talk about us-“

“While you’re with the ex you cheated on me with? Are you stupid?” You felt a headache coming on. You felt your head starting to pound, and you didn’t know what exactly was the cause of your pain.

Was it the two pricks in the bar, or was it the dick trying to get back together with you while hanging out with the woman he cheated on you with?

“Why are all the men in my life losers?” You groaned and kicked a stone by your left foot, watching it roll away a few inches before stopping.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Zack grunts from the other line. “I am not a loser-“

“No, of course not. You’re just screwing one ex-girlfriend while trying to get back with another ex-girlfriend. Real class act.”

“Y/N-!” You hung up the phone and shoved it back in your pocket before you stood and rolled your shoulders back. You stood and entered the bar through the back door. You moved to the front of the bar and walked behind the counter, slipping your phone back onto the wood shelf.

“Zack again?”

“And take a wild guess who he was with?” You grit your teeth and bend down to grab a new sanitized cloth from the bucket under the counter. You wrung it out and slapped it on top of the wood, and started wiping it down. “Who thought it was a good idea to try and get back with their ex while currently screwing the ex he cheated on his first girlfriend with?”

“Wow.”

“What an I say? I attract losers.” You lift your head and noticed the two sets of eyes settle on you, the men watching you as you conversed. “Prime example sitting over there.”

“They may be bastards, but at least they tip well.” He said, sliding over a thick stack of bills that would cover at least half of your rent, the folded bills held together by an elastic.

“I’m not taking that. You take it. You need it more. You’re the one having a kid.”

“They’ll probably shoot me if I try and take this.” He slid it back to you again, attempting to give it you instead of taking it.

“I’d like to see them fucking try.”You grabbed the cash and pushed it into the front pocket of his jeans, making sure to retain eye contact with them as you did so.

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evermoreparker · 2 years

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Lost In Translation -Part Four

Synopsis: Peter and you were inseparable since you were kids, until you started hating each other right before you two went to college, but now Peter needs your help to win a bet.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: drinking?, frat parties lmao, and... some make out sessions.

Prologue Part one Part Two Part Three

This is the part where you know your little deal with Peter wasn’t such a good idea as thought.

There he was, standing in the hallway with an awkward smile, another shirt with science pun, and you can’t lie, he looks good af. WAIT WAIT, not good af, maybe not so bad?

‘’Looking not as hideous as always, Parker.’’

‘’Uhhh… Thanks? You look good. I mean, not like your usual self.’’ Alright, nice save.

‘’Fuck off, but thank you. Do you think this dress is too much?’’ You say as you turn around to show Peter your outfit. But he’s kinda too busy to notice the whole dress while trying not to look at your tits in full display.

‘’Yea yea, whatever. Looks ok. Very neat.’’

‘’Neat? Why are you acting weirder than usual?’’ You turn around to look at Peter staring at you with wide eyes.

‘’No, I’m not. Shut up, you’re the weird one.’’ That makes you giggle when you see him glancing at your chest and then looking at the ceiling. Definitely wearing this dress again.

‘’Uhh you got a leak right there.’’ Points to where he was looking. ‘’Now, c’mon we gotta go.’’ Peter grabs your hand and leads you two to the party.

‘’Are you gonna make me walk all that in heels?’’

‘’Yea, considered this punishment for making me awkward at the restaurant.’’

‘’Please, you’re always awkward. And aw no, daddy. Was I bad girl?’’ You change the tone of your voice to make your teasing more apparent. Which makes Peter blush.

‘’No, and shut up, don’t call me that.’’ Code for please, call me that again. ‘’And look, we’re here.’’

‘’Whatever, any time spent with you it’s an eternity.’’

‘’Aw thank you.’’

‘’Shut up, that wasn’t a compliment.’’

‘’Yea I know. Now, are you ready m’lady?’’ Peter stands his hand for you.

‘’Yea, let’s sell this shit to the world.’’ You say while taking Peter’s hand and entering the frat party.

As soon as you enter the party you see your friend running out of breath from laughing too much at you walking in with Pete. Silently signaling her to shut up, you follow Peter to his friends. It’s fucking show time, people!

‘’Parker, see that you brought Y/n with you. Do you want a drink?’’ One of them offers you their cup. Please, who in their right minds would accept that?

‘’No, thank you. I’m gonna grab one for myself. Do you want one, babe?’’ Peter takes a while to realize you’re talking to him.

‘’Right… babe. And yea sure, I’ll come with you.’’ Peter puts his arm around you while walking towards the kitchen.

‘’Are they looking?’’ You whisper to Peter.

‘’Yea, they are.’’ Peter quickly looks behind him.

‘’Good, now don’t freak out.’’

‘’Why would I fr-’’ Before Peter could finish his sentence you press your lips on his neck to give his ‘’friends’’ some pda.

‘’Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool.’’ Yea, definitely didn’t affect Peter.

‘’Now, what do you wanna drink?’’

‘’Uhh, just some soda.’’ Peter nervously rubs his neck, remembering that your lips were there just a few seconds ago.

‘’Alright, are you sure you’re not gonna drink? It’s not like you’re gonna drive tonight.’’ you stifle a laugh.

‘’Ha ha, very funny. And just put some vodka with cranberry juice.’’

‘’God, that's a very girly drink. Respect.’’

‘’So what? What are you having then?’’

‘’Vodka.’’

‘’That’s it? Straight?’’

‘’No, bi.’’

‘’I meant the vodka. I already knew that.’’

‘’Yea straight vodka.’’ Downs one shot. ‘’Now, let’s go to the dance floor with your cranberry juice.’’ You grab Peter’s hand, leading him to where the music is coming from.

‘’Shut up, it’s really good.’’ Peter hands his cup to you. ‘’Here, try it.’’

‘’Ok’’ You take a sip, while looking suspiciously at Peter. ‘’Alright, it’s not that bad.’’

‘’Told you. So.. are we gonna just stand here awkwardly or dance?’’ Peter takes a long sip while looking around.

‘’Yea, I could grind on you or something while they are looking.’’ That makes Peter choke on his drink.

‘’Are you alright?’’ You put your hand on Peter’s shoulder, but as soon as you notice, you take it off.

‘’Yea, yea. And, yea we could do that. If you want, of course.’’

‘’Yea why not? It’s not like I can do that with anyone else.’’ You take a long sip of your.. drink? Vodka? Idk.

‘’Gee, thanks. I’m flattered. But yea, you’re right.’’

‘’Always am. Now, let’s set some rules. I’m fine with hands on my hips, don’t go lower than that or I’ll break your jaw.’’

‘’Alright. But why my jaw?’’

‘’I don’t know, now we gotta just wait for them to change to the song and-’’ Before you could finish your sentence, Crazy In Love starts playing.

‘’Alright, let’s go!’’ You down your whole cup while Peter watches with wild eyes.

‘’Uhh are you sure that was a good idea? That was just vodka.’’

‘’Yea yea I’m fine. Now, just put your hands on my hips.’’ You turn around so that you can grind on Peter.

‘’Alright, sure, yea.’’ Peter hesitantly puts his hands on your hips, which makes you put your own hands on top of his and squeeze it, so that he knows it’s ok to grab your hips. He gets the message, but he’s still too tense.

‘’Are you alright? We don’t have to do it, if you don’t want it’’ You turn your face so that you can see why Peter is so tense.

‘’Yea, I want it… I mean, I don’t mind. It’s just- Idk it’s just weird, you hate me and have your ass right on my.. uhh crotch area?’’

‘’Listen, if it helps, let’s put aside all of our differences for tonight, ok? Just imagine I’m just a random girl grinding on your ‘’crotch area’’, ok?’’ Peter couldn’t imagine that because you’d never be a random girl to him, you’re Y/n, the girl that offered her umbrella to him so that he could use it as a lightsaber when you were kids, the person that May always asks him about, but he’s too scared to tell her that you hate him. Maybe keeping that part to himself would bring a little hope to Peter that you two might be back one day to what you were before.

‘’Yea, ok.’’ You notice Peter looking at his ‘’friends’’.

‘’Hey, don’t worry about them. Let’s just have fun, ok? Now, don’t make me turn my head again because I’m really close to get a neck cramp.’’ Your last sentence makes Peter giggle, and, just for this moment, you find yourself smiling before turning your head back.

‘’Yea, you’re right. Fuck them.’’

‘’That’s the spirit!! You say as you casually rub your ass up and down on your ‘’worst enemy’’. Pfft, please. Who still believes in that?

‘’Yea it is.’’ Peter giggles, because that man is in a very drunk state atm, while also squeezing your hips, and you don’t mind at all, kinda just makes you grind on him harder.

‘’Fuck, they look good together, don’t they?’’ One of Peter’s friends says to your friend while leaning against the doorframe and watching you two.

‘’Yea, a lot of chemistry apparently.’’ Your friend watches you, skeptical about what’s really going on between and Peter.

‘’I think you probably should stop doing that.’’ Peter says, which makes you abruptly stop.

‘’I’m sorry. Did I do something you weren’t comfortable with?’’ You fully turn around this time, a worried look on your face.

‘’No, it’s just-’’ Peter nervously laughs. ‘’It’s getting really hard not doing anything other than just having you grind on me. Not that I don’t like that! I definitely do- Not definitely just-’’ And for the first time that night, you found a way to make Peter shut up. Pressing your lips against his, hesitantly at first, then stopping for a bit to see if he would reciprocate, and he definitely does. Peter’s hands that were on your hips, find their way around your whole body, forgetting for a brief moment that you were in public. Until you finally stop, but Peter’s lips find their way on your neck, and it’s getting harder and harder to remember that you are at a party in front of everyone.

‘’I think we should go.’’ You say and Peter looks at you with puppy eyes.

‘’Oh yea, sure I can take you to your dorm.’’ He tries to hide his disappointment, but it’s not like it’s your fault if you don’t want to.

‘’Actually…’’ You wrap your arms around Peter’s neck. ‘’I was thinking you could go with me?’’

‘’You mean…’’

‘’Yea, if you want to, of course.’’ Peter realizes none of his ‘’friends’’ are around and quickly nods his head, while pulling you out of the crowd and leading you two to your dorm.

As soon as you get there, you fumble with your keys, being really distracted by the way Peter has his arms around your waist while softly pecking your neck.

‘’Can you wait?’’ You giggle and you feel Peter smiling against your neck.

‘’Alright, you have two minutes.’’ Peter puts his hands up, which makes you laugh harder.

‘’Got it!’’

As you finally open the door to your dorm, Peter is quick to push you against the door, which would be hot if your back wasn’t pressing against the doorknob.

‘’Ouch Peter hold on.’’ Peter stops and looks at you, worry written all over his face.

‘’Do you wanna stop? Did I hurt you? Shit I’m so sorry.’’

‘’No, no, just hmm… You put me right against the doorknob and it’s hurting my back.’’ You say while laughing, and Peter does too.

‘’Oh shit, my bad.’’ Peter suddenly picks you up, bridal style, which makes you giggle.

‘’Put me down, please.’’ You say while kicking the air, trying to get out of Peter’s arms.

‘’Mmm with pleasure’’ Peter abruptly throws you in the bed, which makes you bounce a bit and almost fall off the bed, causing more giggles between you two.

‘’I think you’re really cute.’’ You suddenly confess to Peter.

‘’Why thank you! But I do happen to have a mirror at home.’’ Peter smirks, and you softly punch his arm. ‘’And I think you’re really cute too.’’ Peter says while trailing kisses down your neck til your chest. ‘’Actually, not just cute, hot af.’’ Peter says before biting your collarbone, making you giggle.

‘’Do you think we’re gonna regret this in the morning?’’ You say as you softly play with Peter’s curls, which makes him stop and looks up at you.

‘’Yea I do, but I’ll never regret this, no matter what I tell you in the morning.’’

‘’Same, but let’s not talk about it. We have the whole night to enjoy, right?’’

‘’Yea.’’ Peter goes back to distributing kisses all over your upper body. ‘’The’’. He kisses your neck. ‘’Whole’’. He moves up to kiss your cheek. ‘’Night’’ Peter says as he finally kisses your lips.

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vi-trying-to-survive · 3 years

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Vending Machine Snacks

Peter Parker x f!Reader

Warning: None, this is just a lot of tired, kinda embarrassed Peter and (Y/N). I guess its a little steamy at the end but not much.

Summary: Peter gets his hand stuck in the vending machine and is embarrassed, so (Y/N) keeps him company and tries to make him feel better.

A/N: I really hope you guys like it :) <3 And if you have any requests please feel free to leave them, I love writing your ideas :) <3

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He stood across from the glossy, brightly lit window of the machine, multiple options of boldly colored boxes and packets with giant lettering stared at him, as his eyes scanned through the numbers and prices carefully, finally setting on a regular bag of chips. Excitedly, the boy fished around in his back pocket, feeling the edges of his lips curve into a grin, the sleek cut of a his emergency dollar grazing against his skin, fingers wrapping around the crumpled money. Pulling it out, he laid it between his palms, rubbing it aggressively, an attempt to flatten out the wrinkled paper, shrugging after a minute, deciding that it probably wouldn't get any better, reaching it out to key in the code, the shrill beeping noise getting washed out in the midst of the crowd of students that swarmed around him. Sliding the money through the slot, the machine sucked in the dollar, while Peter waited anxiously, practically about to burst on the spot, hoping that his money was worthy enough for his snack, frowning as it was spat out again, just catching it before it took of in the breeze that had entered the busy corridor. Groaning in frustration, he ran the bill between his fingers this time, vaguely remembering a post on Instagram about flattening money for vending machines, mumbling angrily at the inanimate object, "You better give me my chips", eyebrows furrowed, stuffing the money back into the machine for a second try.

Watching the blinding white lights that illuminated the contents behind the glass window, the boy jumped a little as he felt a hand on his shoulder, eyes wide with shock, relaxing when he realized who it was. "Hey Peter", his best friend spoke cheerfully, before glancing around the narrow hallway at his fellow students warily, moving in closer to whisper, "How was patrol ?".

Sighing, the boy rubbed at the darkened shadows under his eyes, that had slowly grown since he became Spiderman, one of the few down falls that came along with the whole superpower thing, "I'm fine", he mumbled out, trying to ignore the sleepiness that threatened to take over his body, "Just a little tired and hungry", nodding his head towards the food dispensing machine next to him.

Pressing his lips together sympathetically, Ned placed a hand on his shoulder, "Well, if you ever need someone to stay up and keep you company", he began, knowing that he may not be able to understand his friend's problems, but still wanting to help, "You'll always have your guy behind the computer".

Grinning hopefully, he turned back to face the clear, shining divider of the machine, feeling his heart leap with joy, the curled metal piece moving backwards, allowing the bag to fall to the bottom of the slot, his eyes practically shining with anticipation, only to dull into shock and confusion, watching the retaliation of the plastic packaging, standing firm at the top, without any intention of falling over. Furrowing his eyebrows, the boy glared furiously at the machine, before giving it a shove, hands gripping the sides, the metal cool under his touch, careful not to use too much of his strength, just a little, hearing the rattling and wrinkling of the snacks in it, pulling away optimistically, to see if it had fallen. The mini packet of chips still gazed at him from behind the see-through divider egotistically, feeling thrilled at riling him up, grumbling under his breath, "Why won't you just give me my snack ?", bending down to the level of the opening slot, "Do I have to do this myself ?".

Discretely sliding the edge of his fluffy sleeve up, the boy slid on the technologically advanced web shooter, securing it onto his wrist with a soft click, before sticking his hand up the slot at the bottom of the machine, its cool air conditioned inside sending a chill down his arm. Ned watched quizzically at his friend, slowly connecting the dots, understanding what he was about to do, hushing his voice as he spoke "Peter maybe you shouldn't-", giving the other students walking through the hallway suspicious looks, feeling a tinge of uneasiness for him, but his friend was too fixated on the task at hand to listen. Calculating the distance, he angled his arm strategically, pressing down confidently on the button, a thin, almost invisible line of webbing shooting out from the dispenser, attaching onto the brightly packaged chips, making a crinkling sound as the plastic crumpled on its journey down into his open palm.

His mouth quirked up into a smug smile, tilting his head up to look at his best friend, giving him an 'I told you so' look, the light weight of the bag of chips in his hand boosting his mood already, promptly moving to slide his arm out of the open slot. Unfortunately for Peter, his arm seemed persistent on staying inside the narrow slit at the bottom of the machine, making his heart race anxiously, feeling eyes on him, even though everyone else was too absorbed on their own conversations to notice the boy with his arm stuck in the vending machine. Eyes wide, he turned to look at his friend, hissing as he glanced around the corridor frantically, "Ned what am I going to do ?", who still stood next to him, mirroring his expression, hands at the sides of his face in shock and concern, "This stuff only dissolves in 2 hours!!". Glancing up, his friend contemplated the different options, before tilting his head back down, face lighting up hopefully before growing dull again, ideas shuffling through his mind quickly, evident by the quiet mumbles under his breath, "No ...... No ..... No". Sighing worriedly, the boy turned back at his hand, regretting the past 5 minutes, forcing his mind to sift through potential solutions, his exhaustion not really helping, distracting him from the problem at hand, almost falling asleep with his eyes open.

Hearing a soft voice, he snapped himself back to reality, grimacing when he remembered the situation, tilting his head up to be met with a perplexed look from his girlfriend, "Peter what happened ?", gesturing towards his arm.

Chewing his bottom lip nervously, the boy readjusted himself to look more comfortable, not wanting to embarrass himself in front of her, though a voice in the back of his mind told him it was a little too late for that, "I- I just- I'm fine", he began, earning a deadpanned look from her. He groaned quietly, throwing his head into his free hand, his skin growing a light shade of crimson, "I just wanted a snack, .... and now I'm stuck", peeking through the strands of hair that had fallen over his eyes to catch her reaction, feeling his lips form a pout when she burst out laughing.

Hands clutched at her sides, she gripped herself tightly to prevent her body from falling over, the uncontrollable laughter taking over, promptly stifling it when she glanced at her boyfriend who was giving her an upset look, forehead creased and eyebrows furrowed together. Fixating her gaze on the boys, she gave them a curious look as she questioned, "Why didn't you just use the web dissolving fluid ?", rolling her eyes when she was met with quizzical, confused looks, their eyebrows raised, making her continue in explanation, "The one that Peter keeps in his locker ?". She smirked at the boy as he raised a hand to smack his forehead in realization, quickly looking up at her with a sheepish grin on his face, before turning to his best friend who had an expression of shock plastered on his face, "Ned, could you help me grab it from my locker ? Top shelf, behind the sweater", giving him a grateful look as he nodded, weaving through the crowd of students that had now shrunk to get the answer to their problem.

As he moved further away, blending in with the other people, (Y/N) turned to the boy in question, lowering herself to the ground so that she sat opposite him, their foots just grazing each other, pressing her lips tightly together to stop any stray giggles from escaping her throat. Hearing a soft rumble of a stomach, she watched as her placed his other hand across his stomach, an act of comfort to himself, feeling a tug from her heart as she figured that he must still be hungry, knowing that he was out on patrol early this morning, from his good morning text at 4 am, shaking her head lovingly at the memory, sliding her backpack down to rummage through it, a successful smile appearing on her face as she pulled out a KitKat bar.

He watched as she pulled out the shiny, red packaged chocolate bar, holding it out to him, before comprehending that he can't open it himself, giggling at her own actions, tearing open the small plastic wrapping, breaking it in half, sliding out one piece of the chocolate covered wafer positioning it in front of him, so that he could take a bite out of it.

He savored the last bite of the bar, fluttering his eyes shut and humming in delight at the sweet, rich taste that it left in his mouth, turning to look at his girlfriend, who had crumpled up the now empty packaging, shoving it into her back pocket to throw later, sending her a lopsided grin as he admired the way her hair swished around as she turned back to him, settling around her face, framing it and extenuating her eyes that glittered as she looked at him, mimicking his love sick expression. Using his free hand, he reached for hers, lacing their fingers together, gently rubbing circles into her warm skin, as he whispered to her, voice somehow still audible amongst the chatter of the the people passing by them, oblivious to the pair on the ground, "What would I do without you ?", making the edges of her lips curl upwards into a smile.

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A boisterous creak floated through the small space as she shut the worn, wooden door, the brass handle having lost its shine a long time ago, turning to face the boy who groaned loudly, as he flopped onto the soft, comforting sheets on the bed, stuffing his face into the clean pillow, voice muffled, "Today was so embarrassing".

Letting her bag drop to the ground, thudding quietly as it did, (Y/N) moved closer, plopping herself down next to him, letting her hands tangle themselves in his fluffy curls, tenderly brushing out any knots, making him hum contently, tilting his head slightly so that he could look at her. She bit down hard on her bottom lip, hoping to prevent the laughter blossoming in her chest from escaping, a terrible attempt at consoling him, "It wasn't that bad", she began, softly giggling when she caught the sulking expression painted on his face. Raising a hand, he rubbed at his forehead, trying to relax himself as he thought about the rest of the day, not really succeeding, seeing as his skin only grew hotter the more he thought about it, "Flash is never gonna let me, .... or anyone else forget about this", eyebrows crossed in exasperation. Shaking her head lovingly at him, she lay down next to him, so that they were face to face, only a couple of inches away from each others, a hand trailing along the side of his face, stopping to cup his cheek, delicately stroking his warm skin, whispering, "What can I do to make it better ?". Feeling his breath hitch in his throat, he glanced from her eyes, glinting mischievously at him, to her lips and back, a silent question, a victorious grin plastered on his face as she nodded gingerly, wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her to him easily, closing any form of a gap between them, connecting their lips. She reacted instantly, kissing back, noses nestled snuggly together, her hand moving to the back of his neck, gently caressing the sensitive skin, moaning airily as his hands moved dangerously low from her waist, making him smirk confidently against her lips.

Pulling away, they air watched each other with admiration and affection, their breathless pants muffled by the annoyed honks and shuffling of feet along cracked concrete pavements of the city that moved outside, feet tangled up together, hands holding and grasping desperately at the other. Shifting her head to look at the boy, she ran her fingers through his fluffy strands, teasingly asking, "Do you feel better now ?", letting her hand fall down to the collar of his flannel, slowly rubbing the wooly material between her fingers, his eyes scanning her every move, growing darker, in anticipation. He responded, effortlessly pushing her down onto the bed, her head hitting the silky covers of the pillow, as he positioned himself between her legs, holding himself up with one arm, the other delicately cupping her skin, nose nestled in the crook of her neck, as he trailed kisses up until he reached her ear, speaking in a hushed voice into her ear, "Much", sending chills down her spine, before capturing her lips for a rough kiss.

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xoxoavenger · 3 years

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The Perfect Team

pairing: Peter Parker x reader

summary: Y/N and Peter are the perfect team... which translates to perfect imposter team in among us.

word count: 1932

warnings: none

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"This is a child's game." Tony said as him, Wanda, Nat, Bruce, Thor, Steve, and Clint stared at their phones.

"No it is not!" Peter defended, and half the Avengers sighed.

"It is." Clint said, and Peter frowned.

"Listen, Y/N really likes this game, and she's coming over tomorrow for movie night and I figured this could be fun." Peter told them, and everyone just stared at her.

"Okay, so how do we play?" Steve asked when everyone's game gad loaded.

"Right. I'm gonna give you a code, enter it at the bottom, okay?" Peter said, before spewing out some random letters.

"I want to be red!" Wanda said as they all loaded in.

"Red is my color!" Thor shot back, and Peter watched as the players began changing colors.

"Point Break get the hell out of yellow that is my color." Tony said, and Peter sighed.

"Peterman is the one in red!" Wanda accused, looking at Peter's red avatar.

"Why is everyone's color's red?" Bruce asked, deciding not to change his color from blue.

"Bruce, that's my color." Steve said, and Thor stomped on the ground, creating a small jumble from the furniture.

"What color am I supposed to be? There are none left!" Thor complained, his color a bright lime.

"I only have one color and the child stole it!" Wanda pouted, and Peter pressed the start button.

"What's happening?" Tony asked, and Peter looked at the group.

"Your screen will tell you if you're an imposter or a crewmate. If you're-"

"Oh, shit, mine says imposter." Clint said, and Peter took a deep breath.

"You're not supposed to tell anyone what you are." Peter said, and Clint let out a small 'oh.'

After three practice rounds and multiple explanations on how to play, the Avengers were finally ready to play a real game. Peter was imposter with Steve, which should tell you exactly how the round went.

"Get away from me!" Bruce yelled.

"You can't talk, Bruce, you-"

"You mother fucker!" Natasha yelled, hitting her legs as Steve killed her.

"I'm gonna go out on a limb and say she died." Clint said, and Peter closed the doors before killing Clint, who took a deep breath in. "I hate this game!" Clint yelled, and Thor laughed.

"Tiny humans. You underestimate my power!" Thor yelled, staring manically at his phone.

"This is a video game, Thor. Your 'powers' have nothing on us." Steve said, laughing as he also killed Thor.

"That isn't fair!" Thor cried out, and Peter laughed.

"Stop talking during the game!" Wanda said, and Peter nodded.

"I found a body!" Bruce yelled, and the report showed up on their screens.

"It's Steve." Tony said, and Steve's head shot up from the screen.

"How did you know?" Steve asked, and Peter tried not to show his cards.

"You're supposed to lie." Nat said, and Steve frowned. Nat was killed first 75% of the time, because she was too good at figuring out who was lying.

"So, we're voting for Steve?" Wanda asked, and Peter nodded. When voting ended and Steve was ejected, he sighed.

"Sorry, Peter, I didn't know." Steve said, and Peter slapped his face.

"Steve, you're not supposed to say who the other imposter is, remember?"

"Among us time!" Steve yelled. The captain had been practicing the game, playing for a long time and actually learning to enjoy the game.

"You guys like Among Us?" Y/N asked, smile on her face.

"I wouldn't say like, but Pete made us play for a bit." Clint said, and Y/N looked up at Peter who was blushing.

"We can watch The Grinch for background noise." Tony said, and they all moved to the living room, sitting on the couches and the chairs. Peter made a game, and Y/N cuddled into his side.

"Would you snitch if you saw me vent?' Y/N asked softly as the others talked and put on the movie.

"No." Peter answered, and Y/N kissed his cheek.

"Kinda sus, Petey." Y/N teased, and Peter rolled his eyes.

"Would you snitch on me?" Peter asked, and Y/N looked up.

"Well, um, yes, because I love you." Y/N said, and Peter moved back to look at her.

"You'd snitch because you love me?" Peter asked, and Y/N nodded.

"Yes, because you need help if you're a serial killer." Y/N said, and Peter just stared at her.

"I hate you. I'm gonna kill you first." Peter said as she added herself to the game. "Okay, here's the code." Peter said before announcing it. Y/N had picked purple, and immediately another fight ensued.

"Purple is my color." Clint said, and Y/N looked at him with wide eyes.

"Oh, sorry, I'll change." Y/N changed to yellow right before Tony loaded in.

"Nope, that one is mine." Tony said, and Y/N looked at Peter, who was laughing.

"What color isn't taken?" She asked, changing to pink, figuring no one had taken pink.

"Noooo, pink is mine!" Wanda said when she loaded in. Y/N looked confused, changing to cyan. When no one said anything, she smiled, watching everyone else load in.

"Are we ready?" Peter asked, and a chorus of 'yes' sounded before Peter pressed 'start,' and everyone got their parts. Peter and Y/N tried not to smile as they both got imposter.

What are the chances?

The first thing they did was double kill Steve and Nat, who were definitely the best of the group. Steve let out a small sigh, and Natasha scrunched her face in annoyance. Next, the two split up to not seem sus, and then Bruce yelled.

"I found two bodies in admin!" Bruce announced, and then the report screen showed up.

"So a double kill, hm." Peter said, looking up from his phone to see everyone else.

"I was with Peter for most of that round, so I think I can clear him." Y/N said, trying not to smile.

"But he still could have killed, right?" Wanda asked, and Y/N shrugged.

"I mean, yeah, but I didn't leave him for very long so." Y/N said, and everyone looked at Peter.

"Peter, where were you when the body was called?" Clint asked, and Peter took a deep breath.

"I was in security, checking cams cause the only person I saw was Y/N." Peter wasn't lying, but he was looking to see where people were, and then went to the vent as the body was called.

"Thor, you're being quiet." Wanda commented, and Thor looked at everyone.

"Well it is't me." He said, and everyone burst into laughter.

"You can't clear yourself!" Peter laughed, and Y/N looked at the time.

"Look we only have 15 seconds, what are we doing?" Y/N asked, and it was silent.

"I sus Thor and Peter." Wanda said, and Peter stared at her.

"Why?" Peter asked, as a couple people voted.

"Do you really think that anyone else could pull off a double kill?" Wanda asked as everyone skipped.

"Kinda rude." Tony said, and then they went back to the game.

So obviously, Peter and Y/N had to keep Thor and Wanda for at least one more round, then they'd have to double kill them to win. The two split, and Y/N had to hope that Peter would kill someone and not get caught while she went after Tony. She killed Tony, who muttered something along the lines of 'dammit' with a couple other colorful words, and one second later a gasp sounded.

"Oh my God!" Wanda yelled, and Y/N worried that she had just seen her kill Tony, but a different body was found.

"Wanda just killed Clint right in front of me." Peter said, and Y/N's eyes widened.

"No! No, Peter killed Clint I literally saw him! I knew it!" Wanda yelled, and Y/N raised an eyebrow, trying to take the sus off of Peter but not give herself up.

"Wanda, you sussed Thor too, so how do we know it isn't you?" Y/N asked, and Wanda's eyes widened.

"I saw him kill!" Wanda yelled.

"He said he saw you kill though." Thor said, and Peter nodded.

"It isn't me! It's Peter!" Wanda yelled, and Peter shook his head.

"It is not me! I watched Wanda kill him, guys." Peter said, and Y/N glanced down at her screen.

"If we get this wrong then we're dead." She commented, and she hoped they wouldn't vote Peter.

"Bruce, you're awfully quiet." Peter said, and Wanda gasped.

"It's so Peter! He's literally trying to change the subject! It is so Peter and Thor, since Thor also just changed the topic a couple seconds ago." Wanda said, and Y/N nodded.

"You may be right. Who do we vote first?" Y/N asked, and Peter gasped.

"It literally is not me! It's not me!" Peter yelled, and Y/N giggled.

"You got caught, babe." Y/N said, and Peter scowled.

"Who are we voting first?" Bruce asked, and Peter let out a loud breath.

"Look who finally joined the game!"

"Vote Peter first and then Thor next." Wanda said, and Y/N nodded, sadly voting for Peter to not seem sus.

"You're literally letting Wanda get away with this!" Peter yelled.

"It's not me! I saw you kill!" Wanda yelled.

"Well, I saw you kill!" Peter yelled, and Bruce and Thor looked between the two.

"10 seconds." Y/N said.

"Who'd you vote for?" Bruce asked her, and she smiled up at Peter.

"Pete." She said, and Peter rolled his eyes.

"We'll know if we're wrong after this." Thor said as Peter was ejected. They all showed up the table, signaling that they were correct to vote Peter out.

"Okay, so," Wanda said, and then it was quiet again. Y/N ran around with Bruce, faking tasks until Peter turned the lights out from the dead. Y/N vented to the lights, knowing Wanda would be there, and she killed him. She vented over to security, meeting Bruce again before running with him to fix the lights. They found Wanda's body, and they reported it. Peter looked at her screen, and then grabbed her leg and squeezed out of delight.

"So, it's Thor." Y/N said, trying to ignore the looks of everyone she had killed in the room.

"What? No it isn't!" Thor yelled, and Y/N looked a Bruce briefly before looking at Thor.

"Where were you? Why weren't you at lights? I was with Bruce the whole time and we came up on the body together. Also, Wanda sussed you, which is why you killed her." Y/N said, voting for Thor.

"Banner, listen to me, it's Y/N." Thor said.

"Bruce and I were together the whole time!" Y/N yelled, and Bruce nodded.

"That is true, we both went to lights together and found the body. It has to be Thor." Bruce said, voting for Thor.

"It isn't me!" Thor yelled, and voted angrily for Y/N. With two votes for Thor, he was ejected. Before the ending screen even showed up, everyone was yelling.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" Natasha yelled, hitting Bruce on top of his head.

"She wasn't even with you the whole time! She left to kill Wanda and tricked you!" Steve yelled, and Bruce looked guiltily at everyone.

"You're such a sneaky bitch!" Wanda laughed as she stood, hugging Y/N to show she was joking.

"How did you two get imposter? That is so unfair!" Clint yelled.

"I told you it was not me!" Thor yelled, and Y/N laughed into Peter, who put his arm around her and kissed her forehead.

"Good job, baby. We make a great team."

"A perfect one, actually."

"You two are psychotic!"

#peter parker x reader #peter parker #peter parker x reader fluff #peter parker fluff

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oliveroctavius · 2 years

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i saw your post about the sliding timescale and totally agree. i’m still reading ASM but i noticed something that really struck me — originally flash was /drafted/! and while he leaned into the military identity, imo when they first mentioned his draft it didn’t seem like he was happy about it to me. and THEN when he gets out originally, he’s traumatized from the vietnam war being explicitly cruel on the americans side (the temple that was bombed but his commanding officers didn’t listen to him about). but with the sliding timescale, suddenly he willingly served in the iraq war? it’s a completely different context and i find it hard to believe that he would go back into service after seeing what he did

I am no expert Flash Thompson-knower, but this is definitely one of the big sins of the sliding timescale to me.

To be fair Flash was pretty blasé about it, but even in the forcedly cheery Comics Code Authority 60s there was a sense from everyone around him that the whole situation was kinda fucked up.

I feel like Flash being drafted (and the increasing sense that he was just putting on a brave face about it) made Peter realize that the whole "jock winner vs nerd loser" dynamic was illusory, and Flash is just a Guy who's as vulnerable as Pete ever was.

I think the official modern flashback (ha) position is that Flash joined the army because he wanted to be more like his hero Spidey, which doesn't... make as much sense to me. It does give Peter more delicious Parker Guilt, but heaven knows he's already got enough of that.

And that's not even getting into, like you said, how FLASH felt about the whole thing. But I'm not far enough along yet to comment on the official modern line about why he reenlisted.

#flash thompson #asks #down with the sliding timescale #spider man blue and life story go with the 'enlisted bc of spider-man' angle I think #I wonder what they'll do when the Iraq war slides out of proximity #I mean. I don't think they're going to stop publishing Spidey comics entirely in the next decade or so. so what then.

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hello, just wanted to tell you how wonderful your work is, keep it up and keep rocking :) I was wondering if you could do a yandere Peter Parker x reader oneshot where the reader has powers and she's completely badass? But she kinda has self esteem issues and thinks her feelings aren't important. I'm sorry if I made you sad TvT

I will try my best! And thank you so much for the compliments ♡

Silent Shadow. That’s what she was. At least that’s what it was before the Avengers came. She was a assassin for a group called Hydra. Hydra was all she knew and that’s all she thought there was for her. She was there strongest asset, she was even able to rake down the Winter Soldier. She had beaten every hydra agent in a fight and she had many skills. You’d think she would just run away since she was able to overthrow them but Hydra made sure she would have no one to go to outside of them so they killed her parents and took her. She was alone. At least that was until she grew a relationship with her partner. A platonic one. She thought she had no one.

Until the day they showed up.

“Cap, how’s it looking out there? Need Code Green?” Bruce said from inside the quinjet.

“No, I think we are good Bruce. Tony is taking out the rest alongside Thor. Guess this base wasn’t as important.” Cap replied through the coms. It was true. It was a pretty easy mission, that was until they went towards the cells.

Bucky Barnes alongside Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver got rid of every Hydra Agent in the cells. At least the thought they did until they reach the very end cell with a complex lock. Bucky nodded at Wanda and she quickly used her powers to undo the lock.

Once inside they see a girl. She looked around 16 years old. Bucky froze.

Another assassin.

He knew her.

He rushed to the cyrochamber and opened it to the dismay of the team. They didn’t need another Hydra Soldier to deal with but he was not going to leave her in there. Steve walked into the room and saw him opening the chamber.

“What are you doing Buck?”

“I’m getting her out of here.” He spoke leaving no room for arguments.

“What if she’s dangerous?”

“I know her. She was my partner. She never wanted this. She always fought.”

“How do you know she will still fight?”

“I don’t.”

and finally it was open and he grabbed her then made his way back to the quinjet. The team that didn’t go to the cells were already there.

Tony was the first to notice Barnes carrying a girl.

“What do you got there?”

“...” Bucky didn’t respond. He wouldn’t explain back at the compound. He just wanted her to wake up. He wanted his little sister back.

Back at the compound

Her senses slowly came back to her and she woke up to her hand resting in somebody’s. She opened her eyes and saw.... Bucky! She lightly shook his hand making him shoot up.

“Doe!”

(I thought Doe would be a cute nickname since it forms from the only name they know which is Shadow.)

“Snowy!” She said happily. She was free. She was with her older brother. Everything would be okay.

And it was. For awhile. They took a blood test from her and found out she was Tony’s missing sister who was taken after the car crash with her parents. Her name was Y/N but some still called her Shadow or Doe in Bucky case. She didn’t blame Bucky but he sure blamed himself but he wouldn’t let himself cut her out of his life because of guilt. She developed relationships with the team. Tony and Bucky were her protective older brothers, Steve, Bruce, Clint and Thor were like uncles. Natasha was her aunt. Pietro and Wanda were like siblings. Then there was the day she met Peter. She had finally worked back up her courage and bravery, not to mention her cunningness. She was herself again, just more confident than before the accident. She walked around in stride, almost matching up to Natasha. She would work on her powers with Wanda and then make sure to spend time with her family.

He had come over to the tower after hearing about the new person at the tower from Tony. He had invited Peter to come over and meet his sister, Peter being addicted to pleasing his idol said of course and made his way over.

He was of course expecting a older woman since he knew Tony’s parents had died many many years ago, he was not prepared to see her.

Peter made his way up the elevator of the expensive tower after telling Jarvis what floor he wanted to be on. The elevator opened and there the team was in all their glory sitting on the couch waiting for him and the other guest to be ready.

“Hello Man of spider!” Thor boomed loudly as Peter stepped out of the elevator. Peter waved shyly at Thor and the others followed with their hellos. After a little more waiting Tony was impatient and called his sister to come down.

“Alright, Alright I’m coming! I didn’t even take that long! It would take longer to say your full title thing you like to say about yourself. Isn’t Genius, Billionaire Playboy, Kiss ass?” She smirked as she walked into the room. Peters eyes widened.

She was Tony Stark’s sister?

“Who’s did you want me to meet?” She questioned her brother as she smiled at him cheekily after forgetting the name of the person for the billionth time.

Tony rolled his eyes but he couldn’t stay mad at the sister who came back miraculously from the dead.

“Peter meet Y/N my little sister and Y/N meet Peter Parker aka Spider-boy.” Tony introduced and Peter stepped forwards almost in a daze and held out his when to shake formally.

“Nice to meet you.” Y/N said cheekily as he continued staring. He lightly shook his head and blushed embarrassedly.

“Nice to meet you too.”

She was more confident now away from hydra and he liked her personality.

And it truly was because that was the day that started his obsession with the one and the only

Y/N Stark.

He always came over to the tower to hang out with her as they had grown to be friends but Peter wanted more. Sometimes he came over and stalked her outside of the windows. Peter had hacked the tower from the inside to not detect him as Spider Man on the outside of the tower. Whenever he was in her room he’d touch everything he could and he secretly undid the latch to her window. He snuck into her room every night just to watch her sleep, watching as her chest raised and called from her steady breathing . He took pictures of her whenever he spied and had a secret collection of them filling his closest. He had even entered the room when the other Avengers had decided to run to the store for groceries dressed in their typical jacket, sunglasses, and baseball hats disguises. He cuddled into her blankets and breathed in her scene as he held into her pillow.

He was undeniably in love with Y/N Stark.

And he wanted her to be his.

His plan was soon put into action. He knew her schedules, wasn’t too hard she was required to stay at home as it was too dangerous because of Hydra.

One day he just got lucky, the team had to go out on a mission and she was required to stay home but Tony didn’t want her by herself so he called his trusted intern, Peter Parker. He was asked to go over to the tower to keep Y/N company and he immediately said yes.

And the day started off as usual for Y/N. She woke up and had breakfast, then sat by the tv watching her favorite show Once Upon A Time. She always like watching it because the character Jefferson reminded her of Bucky. She was halfway into episode 16 when Peter arrived in the Elevator.

“Hey Peter!” She called from the couch. She didn’t even look at him. It made him slightly mad. He should be her one and only. Not the stupid tv show.

“Hey Y/N.” He replied after he got over his anger.

“What do you want to do?” She questioned looking at him with a eyebrow raised.

“There are so many things I’d like to do.” He thought to himself but restrained from saying.

“It’s up to you.” He replied shortly continuing to think through his plan. He was confident it would go right if he followed each direction.

They went to the gym and she began to work on her powers while Peter watched her intently. He needed to know her powers if things were to go south with his plans. She first turned invisible then made force fields.

She continued to make the force fields bigger and Peter had to continue to back up to avoid getting hit with it. He began to get too far away. He also didn’t want her to thing that she could push him away like this.

“Y/N stop. You need to get food in you before you continue practicing. Your low on energy.” He faked looking concerned in order to manipulate her to feel bad. Of course she was usually defiant but she just wanted Peter to be happy. So she gave in.

“Alright.” He nodded in praise at her giving in. He knew how to get her now. She needed to please others. Probably a side effect from Hydra but it could be used to his advantage.

They then began baking... well more like Peter while she watched he made her sit down after he was worried about her burning herself. She needed to be taken care of. He also didn’t need her catching onto his plan, taking a pill out from his pocket and crushed it onto the cupcake he was going to give her. It looked like sugar. After being at hydra you’d think she would check her food before she ate. But she didn’t. She had to trust Peter of course. That’s what her brother wanted from her. She felt bad not being able to help around the tower. She felt as if she wasn’t contributing enough. Y/N thought it would help if she did what she thought was expected of her, not what she wanted. She wanted to bake. But if Peter didn’t want her to then she couldn’t deny it.

Then they watched tv but Peter hated it because again her attention was somewhere else. Halfway through Star Wars he turned off the tv and waited for it to work.

Just as he looked at her he could see her eyes be going to droop.

“Oh Y/N are you tired?” He questioned with fake concern.

“Oh, I am. Just a little bit. I slept well last night-“ she was cut off by a yawn. “I don’t know why I’m so tired. I’m sorry Peter. I knew you came over to hang out.”

“It’s fine Y/N. Just got to sleep.”

Just as he said that her eyes shut and he smiled victoriously. She was his. And she wasn’t ever going to leave.

He picked her up bridal style and took her into her room and sat her down on the bed while he changed into his Spider-Man uniform and packed her some clothes. They wouldn’t be coming back here. After packing clothes into a small back pack he picked her up once again and they went swinging out of the tower with Jarvis not even alerted because of Peter hacking it before to not detect his suit.

He arrived at a small house in the middle of the woods and carefully opened the door and brought her inside. Peter glanced around the rooms just in case then sat her in the bed, attaching a chain to her ancle. The clasp part of the chain had a little padding so it wasn’t hurting her but it did keep her there. He kissed her on the head and quickly changed out of his suit. Then got into the bed wearing boxers climbing in next to the sleeping girl. He wrapped a arm around her waist and sighed content.

She was finally his.

The Avengers got back to the tower and saw no one there. No struggle. Nothing.

Tony Lost his sister. Again.

Bucky lost his little sister. Again.

And

Peter had taken the love of his life to be all his.

At least until they check the tapes.

Sorry it’s taken me forever to write this. This was my first shot at a Yandere and I hope it’s good. Sorry if I should have done less back story and more Peter but I hope you like it. Anyways thank you for the suggestion. ♡

#peter parker #yandere peter parker #bucky barnes #tony stark #spiderman #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #Peter Parker x Stark!reader

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ficklefigments · 3 years

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okay ( possibly controversial ) opinions and random thoughts about civil war bc i can !! beware tony stark stans and actually just mcu stans in general possibly, bc ive been seeing stuff on my dash and i have ~thoughts~

- k, starting off with why no one READ the accords ?? maybe they did and we didn’t get to see a shot bc boring but pls marvel you could’ve flipped a five second shot to each character reading with a facial reaction. but also like individual stances pls, not just pick a side, lowkey not that realistic

- also we will be getting into agents of shield knowledge here, some people don’t consider it canon, i do, go pull your head out of feige’s asshole <3 ( lovingly, jokingky she said )

- in agents of shield, it required every person/being that had a genetic mutation that led to them being powered ( basically anyone who couldn’t take away their powers then get them back like peter parker getting bit by the spider, he can’t get un-bit ) to be registered with the government, tracked by the government, monitored, surveillance, the whole sha bang. some heroes, that’s not a problem for ex, the ones that wear a suit and can take it on and off. but the ones that have it in their blood and body ? they are forced into this. this is why i was kinda iffy with tony on this, not everyone is the same kind of superhero and what may apply to someone does naturally apply to another. like bro, you can stop, some ppl can’t.

- but also they were required to submit both their secret superhero identities and real identities for reg. it is incredibly dangerous for the world to know exactly who a powered individual is, there was an organization called the watchdogs in agents of shield that was hellbent on eliminating a breed of powered people called in humans and this information was leaked from the government, leading to the loss of many lives. like there were nationwide blackouts and purges to kill in humans with the information that was leaked, it obvi wasn’t safe.

- tony stark blackmails peter parker into fighting for him, a 15 year old kid, by threatening to reveal his new and somewhat unstable secret identity to aunt may. what the fuck. we all saw that right ?

- i’m uncomfortable with how wanda was the scapegoat for lagos, other people fueled this accident, it wasn’t just her. the news just kept going on and on ?? like i feel like ppl took advantage of the fact she’s powered and used that for anti propaganda

- stop. bashing. sharon. carter. yeah it’s a little weird she kissed the same guy as her aunt, but who fucking cares? steve knew peggy for a few yrs, she was supposed to move on, at this point, she doesn’t own him.

- tony only gets involved with “taking responsibility for our actions” when this american kid dies. he heard a sad story and he’s ready to just go 180 ?? sir. so many ppl died in nyc, why now, what did you do the.

- THE RAFT. the prison for super villains ? yeah let’s just stick half the avengers in there.

- WANDAS SHOCK COLLAR. BAD. BAD. BAD. INHUMANE. TORTURE.

- tony exposed clint’s family to the government. y’know the secret family ? emphasis on secret !

-im not your #1 steve rogers stan or anything but yes my initial reaction was to be on team cap bc i consider myself to have somewhat of a moral code and like if u can help someone !! then !! help !! i was totally with him on this even tho i believe they need some kind of nick fury / phil coulson ( who’s honestly technically still alive and able to do the job ) to babysit them. i didn’t like how everyone was fine being told when they can and can’t help, they’re heroes because of their natural instinct to help ppl :((

-i want it addressed at some point how bucky felt about being the one who made howard kick the bucket. idk if they were close or anything but like ?? they both worked with steve on the same team and war kinda brings ppl together, so like how did he feel watching himself kill one of his friends from his life when everything was easier ? unwillingly severing another tie to bucky barnes and releasing the winter soldier

pls remember these r just my opinions !! you do not have to agree/disagree or even read these, i just needed to get a few thoughts out and this is what we have rn

#ca:cw #civil war mcu #captain america civil war #steve rogers #tony stark #bucky barmes #clint barton #agents of shield #sokivia accords #wanda maximoff #peter parker #sharon carter #natasha romanoff #i will DIE on the hill that agents of shield is canon okay it was beautiful #the character development was so much more than a mcu movie #aos is just like the second cousin twice removed now but i want it back !!#if you’ve seen it tell me if you shipped staticquake i need to know

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